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Shakey Davey's got a twelve guage in his
sawed off to the limit, he's got a vague plan
There's this liquor store on
There's another one down on Washington
He's pretty sure no ever seen him down around there

The one's bird shot, the next four are double aught buck
The last a slug just for good luck
got his works in his pocket
He wants to as soon as he's done
He can't wait to get straight to get gone
He puts on his long scribbles off a short note
himself down and waits for the sun to go down

It's around midnight and there's still
Too damn many people on street
He's walked all the way from Park
He's got sweaty hands and burning
He's for a fix, his body's screaming, "Get me high"
He through the door and let's one fly

Sunrise in the park and cold as stone
He got bad merchandise and he was all alone
Two more unsolved mysteries, a lot of paper around
Most folks are just waking up in this big town